Trees are our breath of life/ Bäume sind unser Lebensatem

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.-Hermann Hesse, BäumeOne of my videos about trees:

In America cities and communties are struggling with Millions of Ash trees which are infected by an invasive emerald ash borer beetle, which is killing them off.